A Night On The Town

In an effort to celebrate the 40^th birthday of our #2 son we decided to eat out.  As fate may have it we settled on a sports bar, which I assumed was named for an untamed bison with appendages for flight. 

We were seated at a table…a table with legs that did not reached the floor at the same time.  That made the entire meal a sports balancing challenge.  Our waiter?/waitress?...a tattooed version of Pat from the original Saturday Night Live…was apparently in training.  With each and every menu question posed, the answer had to be retrieved from some mysterious place like from behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz.  Wanting to expand my epicurean repartee I finally decided on the veggie “Black Bean Burger” with two slices of bacon…after all I’m not a vegetarian. 

With eight million TV screens flickering and music blaring the clock ticked off the minutes…it became obvious that management had not fielded their “A” team wait staff.  We had to request napkins, then silverware, then plates…plates that were a little paper food tray like you would get at some sports event.  When the food arrived it was almost what we ordered…but not quite.  The missing condiments were brought out in a squeeze package.  The missing bacon was brought out on a little bit of paper.  Normal restaurants take the order back and correct it in the kitchen.  The service seemed to lack an element of class or sophistication.  It was more akin to “C” rations being served in a bivouac atmosphere.

 

I could not suppress my desire to be judgmental.  I am sure a real food critic would probably have written a scathing review.  Admittedly most of my “eating out” is at the Sonic or Burger King…not classy places. So, Hey! It is what it is…a sports bar.  Furthermore, I was neither inebriated nor intoxicated...a factor that changes one's perception. 

After leaving I continued my journey down the gastronomical yellow brick road with a stop at the Sonic for one of their famous peanut butter/bacon flavored ice cream milk shakes (½ price after 8pm).

Bon Appétit

Let’s see…where did I put that pink Pepto-Bismol?